I Run With Purpose

I run with purpose—
Each step I take is traced
With footprints of mercy and grace.
Even when doubt tries to tag along,
And fear whispers in my ear,
I place one timid foot before the other,
Wipe my eyes,
Adjust my gaze
So I can see things clear.

Sometimes, I fail,
Desperately awaiting hope to appear along the trail.
Sometimes, I grow weary.
The race leaves me fatigued and dreary.

At times, I forget to lay
Down the burdens I was never meant to carry.
I pick up heavy baggage along the way—
Get lost and make wrong turns,
Down roads where I was never meant to tarry.
I linger too long on trails
My Father told me to leave behind.
Yet He still encourages me forward,
Keeping me connected to the Vine.

And with time—and lessons learned,
And a saving grace so divine,
With a word of compass,
And mercy,
And God’s comforting hands:
Steady and kind,
I can finish my race,
Purposefully,
One faithful step at a time.